my psychoanalyst has the bad habit of telling stories about other patients. told me about an over-sexed cab driver in my town who drove a sister to the Jersey Shore (from way up in NoNJ Action Park country) and along the way couldn't help but be himself. and she was nice enough to give him a hand job.

next thing you know he's on a nasty block in Atlantic City scared shiatless while some brothers are loading his trunk up with things you don't want in your trunk. when the nubian princess got back into the cab he began to object and she reminded him about his hack license, certain laws, a recent handjob and that she's got a trunk load of goods to deliver to NYC pronto.

when all was said and done she didn't pay him a dime and also hit him up for $100.00 to keep her mouth shut. the kicker: my psychoanalyst didn't realize there's only one cabbie in my town, right down the block from me. i wish he would quit telling me stories.